I bought my future Hex-Wifey a single large Princess-cut E1 (?) Diamond that was ... if memory swerves me correctly, was about 1.5c - and set in Platinum. For the wedding band, I found two similar sized smaller diamonds that were about 0.6c each of the same quality. I went to a pretty dang good diamond broker and the whole thing set me back about one months’ wages. At the time I was making it hand over fist during the Dot-Com boom, but those days are long gone.
On hind sight, I could have got away with less and had the same effect; the ring was nearly gawdy and leapt right off her hand in public and definitely magpie eye-candy… but as it turned out, she (the future Mrs. Hex) was a magpie-deluxe.
It’s really a fun little story – our engagement. During this time we would often
talk in opposites – I can’t even being to remember how this little game got started, but we’re talking about two people in stupid-love with each other … and the games you make up I think are quite personal, charming, silly, yet fun. I definitely had fun on this one and it when like this:
To my Intended, I asked if she’d like a ring made of lead, brass, or tin: In reverse-language, I was asking her if she wanted Silver, Gold, or Platinum. She chose “tin” cos she’s a magpie. In this way she sort of knew what she was getting without having to overtly knowing it.
Next, I asked her what kind of gem she wanted. Here again I used opposites, so I said dull bloodstone, dark jade, or coal. Meaning Ruby, Emerald, or Diamond. She figured coal would be best.
Somehow or another I had written up a little ditty describing how I was going to present her with a ring made of tin and coal… and you have to admit, it does sound pretty cheap! So when the day finally came, I asked the jeweler for a special box. In the process I related the story about tin and coal which made him smile warmly, and he dug up a perfect box for the occasion.
Now you can spend a lot of money on diamonds and rings and necklaces and earrings… but I’m here to tell you that no matter how much you spend, it all comes down to delivery and that final impression – which is permanent and forever and ever in the mind of your sweetheart!
Well, I told my sweetie that I worked and worked and worked to find the darkest blackest chunk of coal I could find, and I finally found one! I’m telling her this as we are lying in bed with the lights out, so I knew her imagination was working upon my words as I continued. Yes – I said, this chunk of coal is so dark – it will suck all the light out of the room, I kid you not – which elicited a giggle. I can’t remember how I managed to stretch this dialog out for as long as I did, but it was a long time before she finally said “Oh, I can’t wait to see it!” …which of course were the magic words I was lurking for and I said to her that as a matter of fact, I’ve got it right here! Wait… I said, (opening up a little cupboard on the headboard; there’s one on each side that’s convenient for stashing knickknacks). Right… so it’s still dark as night, no light whatsoever in our bedroom. I told her once again how this chunk of coal is so powerfully dark – it’s gonna suck all the light out of the room!!! Are you ready? She said yes – and I just knew her eyes were wide open in anticipation:
I pulled out the ring box cos I knew exactly where it was hidden, then I brought it up close to her face and said, ok here it goes – but just a quick peek… and I opened the box!
The jeweler had given me this box with a light inside that shown out so that the diamond ring was on top – and the way that the gem was cut with all the facets – scattered the light exquisitely. Considering we had been laying there in pitch blackness for a long time, the effect was perfectly blinding and completely
opposite of a Black Hole. I snapped the box back shut and She squealed like a little girl!
I said: Wanna see it again?
I’ve been married twice. The first one I loved dearly – but couldn’t stand to live with her. The second one (magpie) I would have died for, but eventually she did not love me and turn colder than the darkest Arctic night. But for a short time – we were happy. This was one of the best moments.
You could hand your gal a cigar ring. If the presentation is right, it won’t matter if it’s paper. Make it a perfect moment!
To your happiness: May it last for all Eternity!
Cheers,
KF
and I will let her pick one out.
